Chapter 22 Merit Award 2 He immediately helped apprehend a suspect upon arrival…
Uncle Zhou's house only has two rooms, and the kitchen is outside and shared.
The area where the dog's wounds were treated was in the outer room; the inner room was probably the bedroom, and the door was closed at the moment, with a faint scent of sandalwood inside.
Qiu Xiaoman was a little sleepy, but she still forced herself to stay by Gouzi's side, ready to help Uncle Zhou.
Uncle Zhou was a man of few words, but he was extremely serious when he did things, so she didn't disturb him.
Uncle Zhou completed the entire process of cleaning, disinfecting, suturing, and bandaging the wound independently until it was time to start an IV drip. Only then did he remind her, "Young lady, come here and help hold the dog down."
Otherwise, if the dog struggles when getting a shot, it can easily cause additional injury and pain.
Qiu Xiaoman bent down and stroked Xiaobai's head: "Bear with it, it will hurt a little, but it will be over in a second."
Little Whitey barked once, then quietly lay down on the makeshift treatment table, revealing a brave smile: "It's okay, go ahead and do it, I'm not afraid of pain."
That being said, Qiu Xiaoman still needs to hold it down a bit. After all, when pain occurs, the body will instinctively try to avoid it. It's not a matter of whether the dog wants to or not, but rather a matter of strong willpower to fight it.
Seeing that they were ready, Uncle Zhou took out a razor and shaved some of the hair off Xiaobai's left foreleg. After disinfecting the area, he officially started the injection.
Sure enough, the moment the needle pierced the skin, Xiaobai's forelimbs tried to pull back uncontrollably. Qiu Xiaoman felt very sorry for him and quickly pressed them down. After Uncle Zhou finished his work, he immediately opened a sausage for Xiaobai: "Bear with it, I'll go find you a hot water bottle to soothe your paws."
Little White took the delicious sausage in its mouth and quietly savored it.
When Qiu Xiaoman turned around, Uncle Zhou had already brought the hot water bottle and reminded her, "Add some cold water, it's too hot for the dog to handle."
"Uncle Zhou, I understand." Qiu Xiaoman quickly went to make arrangements. While rinsing the cat, an orange tabby cat in its cage looked at her and yawned widely, looking lazy and content. This yawned involuntarily, and she returned to the treatment table to apply ointment to Xiaobai's paws.
Just as I was about to help carry Xiaohua over, I heard the sound of a key turning in the entryway. The next second, the door opened, and a young man with dyed blond hair walked in.
He looked to be in his early twenties, about 1.75 meters tall, and very thin, like a stick.
In this cold weather, you're only wearing a sweater underneath and a leather jacket on top. Aren't you cold?
Then look at his matching black leather pants; there's a huge iron chain hanging from the waistband, all the way up to his knees. It clangs and rattles as he walks, creating its own background noise.
Qiu Xiaoman looked at Uncle Zhou in surprise. Uncle Zhou didn't look up and introduced in a sullen voice, "My son, Zhou Bin."
Zhou Bin is a band member who is always out at night and performs at nightclubs. He always walks with his nose in the air, thinking that everyone else is a country bumpkin and only he and his bandmates are trendsetters.
Upon seeing a rustic village girl in a floral cotton-padded jacket, he couldn't help but let out a disdainful sneer.
He didn't even give Qiu Xiaoman a chance to say hello, and went straight to the bedroom, opened the three-door wardrobe, and shouted, "Dad, did you get the money?"
Uncle Zhou ignored him and busied himself treating Xiao Hua's wounds. Zhou Bin then rummaged through drawers and cabinets, quickly emerging to question him: "Didn't I tell you to get me 30,000? I'll pay you back when the album comes out. Why are you being so stingy?"
Uncle Zhou remained silent, focusing on disinfecting Xiao Hua's wound. Zhou Bin, furious, paced around the room before picking up a dog cage and asking, "Is this a Tibetan Mastiff puppy? I heard it's quite expensive. I'll take it."
Uncle Zhou finally reacted. He slowly raised his head and calmly looked at Zhou Bin: "The money is in front of your mother's memorial tablet. Take it yourself."
Zhou Bin turned around and went back into the bedroom. When he came out, he smelled of sandalwood. He closed the door and flicked the cash in his hand: "Do you need me to write you an IOU?"
"No need, you can go." Uncle Zhou had lost patience with his son and just wanted to quietly do his own thing.
Zhou Bin pursed his lips and glanced again at the unfamiliar country bumpkin in the room. Under the bright fluorescent light, his pupils contracted involuntarily, revealing an expression of utter astonishment.
When she came in, she was so arrogant that I couldn't see her clearly. Now that I'm closer, I can finally see her clearly. She's actually a great beauty.
It's a pity it's so rustic. I guess it's some poor relative of someone's, the kind who comes from the countryside to the city to freeload. What a shame.
After a fleeting moment of surprise, Zhou Bin regained his arrogant expression and turned to leave.
He didn't say a word to Qiu Xiaoman the whole time, and Qiu Xiaoman, because of his disdain and contempt, gave up the idea of exchanging pleasantries.
She continued assisting at the treatment table. Soon, the phone rang from the bedroom. Uncle Zhou looked up and said, "It's probably for you."
As Qiu Xiaoman got up and pushed open the bedroom door, she saw the memorial tablet and portrait placed opposite the bed.
No wonder no one objected to Uncle Zhou having so many animals at home; it turns out no one objected.
The woman in the portrait was a particularly dignified and gentle oriental beauty, wearing a white shirt and with her hair in braids. She looked to be dressed around the 1970s and appeared to be around 30 years old. She was an unfortunate woman who died young.
Considering the ages of Uncle Zhou and Zhou Bin, and combined with Uncle Zhou's silent doting on this son, Qiu Xiaoman speculated that the woman might have died in childbirth.
Sigh, whether it's true or not, Uncle Zhou is pitiful.
She picked up the microphone and said hello.
Jiang Mingyuan's excited voice came from the other end: "Xiao Qiu, I have good news for you. Captain Zou is here too. He just interrogated the suspect himself and got a useful clue. Our anti-trafficking team will send someone to Henan first thing tomorrow morning."
"That's great! When are you coming to pick me up? I'll be right back." Qiu Xiaoman was so tired; she wanted to go back to sleep.
Jiang Mingyuan said with difficulty, "I might not be able to make it. How about this, I'll have my dad's driver pick you up. You should think it over first: do you want to come to the anti-trafficking office or go back to the courtyard to sleep?"
"Is there anything else I can do?" Qiu Xiaoman was very tired, but she had her duties to fulfill, and if necessary, she could persevere a little longer.
Jiang Mingyuan said, "Then come over here. Captain Zou wants to see you."
"Okay." Qiu Xiaoman hung up the phone and glanced at the woman in the portrait again. She had bright eyes and a beautiful smile, completely the opposite of Zhou Bin's dampness.
Qiu Xiaoman silently closed the door and came out without saying a word.
Another half hour passed, and the Jiang family's driver arrived.
"The IV drip will last another ten minutes." Uncle Zhou explained the dog's condition and asked the driver to sit down and wait.
The driver looked at Qiu Xiaoman curiously, his eyes full of inquiry. It wasn't until Qiu Xiaoman got into the car with the three dogs that the driver couldn't help but ask, "My boss asked me to ask, what's your relationship with Xiaoming?"
"Colleague." Qiu Xiaoman didn't expect Jiang Mingyuan's father to be so gossipy. She was a little angry. After answering, she leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes to rest.
The driver had a few more questions, all of which the boss had instructed him to ask, but seeing Qiu Xiaoman's distant attitude, he had no choice but to shut his mouth and drive quietly.
After taking the person to the police station, he reminded him, "If you need me to take you home to sleep later, have Xiaoming call me. The boss gave me a mobile phone, and he has a number."
"Okay, thank you." Qiu Xiaoman got out of the car with the three dogs. Mango could walk by herself, Xiaohua limped, and Xiaobai had to be carried.
Upon arriving at the anti-trafficking office, Qiu Xiaoman found a seat and waited for Jiang Mingyuan.
Jiang Mingyuan was in the interrogation room next door with Captain Zou. They suspected that the suspect still had clues to reveal and were preparing to launch a raid that night to rescue the group of children as quickly as possible.
Qiu Xiaoman waited for him in vain, and soon fell asleep on the table.
I don't know how much time had passed, but I vaguely heard people talking about something.
"I didn't expect her to help catch a suspect as soon as she arrived. She's quite capable." That was Captain Zou's voice, but it was a bit far away. There was a faint smell of cigarettes in the air. She's a civilized person, knowing to keep her distance when smoking.
Then came Jiang Mingyuan's voice, tinged with amusement: "Of course, Director Wen has only promoted three people in the past few years. The first two were outstanding individuals, so this one will naturally be no exception."
Team Leader Zou exhaled a string of smoke rings, looked at Qiu Xiaoman who was slumped over her desk in the distance, and raised his chin: "Isn't my coat with you? Put it on her, so she doesn't get cold."
Jiang Mingyuan ignored him, turned around, went to Zhong Yumin's seat, took a blanket, and draped it over Qiu Xiaoman.
He explained, "Your coat smells strongly of smoke; don't let it bother the young lady."
Team Leader Zou looked at him thoughtfully, but didn't say anything. The two chatted for a while, and then went inside again.
Interrogating suspects is a skill that requires psychological tactics. When you hit a roadblock, you need to step back, calm down, and change your strategy when you go back in.
At 3:30 a.m., Captain Zou finally finished the interrogation and subconsciously glanced at Qiu Xiaoman's seat as he came out.
He couldn't help but sigh, "She's been sleeping until now, isn't she uncomfortable? Go wake her up and take her back to sleep."
"It's really unpleasant to be woken up in the middle of the night. How about we just leave it at that and I'll stay here with her for the night?" Jiang Mingyuan was a little hesitant. Based on common sense, it was best not to wake Qiu Xiaoman right now.
Team Leader Zou insisted, "How can a new employee spend the night at the bureau on her first day? It would make it sound like we're bullying a young girl. Go ahead, wake her up, and take her home."
Jiang Mingyuan scratched the back of his head helplessly: "Okay, if she's grumpy when she wakes up, I'll just say you told me to wake her up."
"Look at you, so pathetic. What are you going to do when you're trying to woo a girl?" Captain Zou rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked away.
Jiang Mingyuan hesitated for a long time before preparing to carry the person into the car. However, just as he reached out his hands and bent down to get closer, he heard Mango bark fiercely.
"You brat, don't you dare hug my master! Let me wake him up, woof woof woof!"
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